Heaven give you many, many merry days.
Too nice, and yet too true!
In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the springโ
I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.
Opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects.
Nay, do not think I flatter. For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast but thy good spirits To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered?